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Douluo Continent, in the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, within Fasinuo Province.
Dawn broke, and a thin mist, like a veil, enveloped Xiaoyuan Village.
This small village, located on the outskirts of Nuoding City, was no different from thousands of other ordinary villages in the Empire.
For generations, the villagers had lived by farming; golden waves of wheat in the fields, emerald green vegetables in the garden plots, and clucking poultry in the coops formed the most common sights here.
Whenever it was market day, the villagers would drive ox-carts laden with agricultural products along the winding dirt road to Nuoding City to sell them.
But today, this ordinary small village was shrouded in an unusual atmosphere.
In front of the bluestone building in the center of the village, old village chief Lin Manfu leaned on his cane, his gaze like a torch as he scanned the group of six-year-old children before him.
This building, respectfully called the "Spirit Hall" by the villagers, though merely a stone house slightly grander than an ordinary farmhouse, appeared exceptionally sacred due to the annual SpiritAwakening ceremony.
Normally, its doors were tightly shut, and only villagers who came to clean regularly were allowed to enter.
"Stand properly!"Lin Manfu's hoarse voice was exceptionally clear in the morning breeze. He stretched out his calloused hand and pointed at each small head before him, one by one, "Zhang San's family, Li Si's family… Good, everyone is here."
The old village chief straightened his hunched back, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his cloudy eyes: "Remember, today might be the day that changes your destiny. The Spirit Master will arrive at any moment; if anyone misses the time because they're being naughty…"
He deliberately paused, his cane thudding heavily on the ground, "Then don't blame anyone else!"
The children immediately became as silent as cicadas in cold weather, even the most mischievous one shrinking his neck.
They might not fully understand the significance of SpiritAwakening, but the adults' daily nagging had already ingrained this knowledge deep within them: it was the only chance for commoners' children to leap over the Dragon Gate.
In the crowd, Chu Xinghe unconsciously clenched his fists, fine beads of sweat seeping from his palms.
As a stranger who had Transmigrated to this World three years ago, he understood better than anyone what SpiritAwakening meant.
Although Douluo Continent was jokingly called a "Xuanhuan floor tile," it was ultimately a World where strength was respected.
Those Spirit Masters who could fly through the sky, escape into the earth, move mountains, and overturn seas possessed unimaginable power.
Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Chu Xinghe's lips.
In his previous life, when he read novels, he only felt his blood boil, but now, standing here in person, he truly experienced that suffocating anticipation and fear.
"Bloodline…" he murmured softly, his gaze sweeping over the excited peers around him.
These children might not understand, but Chu Xinghe, having thoroughly read the original work, knew all too well that in this World, one's origin often determined their upper limit.
Tang San's achievements were less due to a Protagonist Halo and more to his top-tier parents: Clear Sky DouluoTang Hao and the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor.
And himself?
Chu Xinghe looked down at his patched coarse cloth clothes.
This body had left him only the standard Transmigration template of "parents deceased"; his mother had died prematurely in childbirth, and his father had suddenly collapsed while working in the fields.
If not for the villagers taking turns to help him, he might not have even lived to see today.
"At least… this opening is classic," he chuckled self-deprecatingly, trying to ease his tense nerves.
The waiting time was exceptionally long.
As the morning mist was gradually dispersed by the rising sun, a sudden commotion arose in the crowd.
In the distance, a white figure approached, bathed in the morning light.
The person wore the standard Spirit Hall uniform, a black cloak flapping in the wind behind him.
The golden "Spirit" character on his chest shone brightly in the sunlight, and the three small sword emblems on his left chest indicated his identity as a Spirit Grandmaster.
His tall figure was like a drawn sword, but his sharply defined handsome face clearly showed three words: "impatient."
"He's finally here…" Chu Xinghe took a deep breath, feeling his heart about to leap out of his chest.
At this moment, he was both expectant and fearful, hoping to gain the power to change his destiny, yet fearing that he would ultimately be just an ordinary person among the masses.
The Spirit Master approached with steady steps, his black cloak swaying slightly in the morning breeze.
Old village chief Lin Manfu quickly stepped forward, his hunched back bending even lower, his wrinkled face filled with reverence: "Respected Spirit Master, thank you for gracing us with your presence. The six children of eligible age in the village are all waiting here."
The Spirit Master merely nodded slightly, and as his gaze swept over the children standing to the side, his stern face softened a little: "Everyone, go inside and wait."
His voice was deep and powerful, "I still have to rush to the next village; time is short."
Chu Xinghe, along with the other five children, filed in. The stone house was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of accumulated dust.
He noticed that everyone's eyes were sparkling, both expectant and nervous.
The moment Su Yuntao stepped over the threshold, the room seemed to brighten by several degrees.
This Spirit Master from Spirit Hall took out six dark stones from his satchel; a strange luster faintly flowed over their surfaces.
He skillfully arranged the stones into a hexagonal star formation, each one precisely placed in a specific position.
"Children," Su Yuntao straightened up, his tone much gentler, "I am Su Yuntao, a two-ring Battle Spirit Grandmaster from Spirit Hall."
He paused, his gaze lingering on each small face for a moment, "Next, I will release my Spirit to Awaken yours. Remember, no matter what you see, do not be afraid."
"Su Yuntao?!"
Chu Xinghe's heart gave a sudden leap; the name was like a lightning bolt cleaving through his memory.
Fragments of the plot he had seen in his previous life flashed rapidly through his mind; wasn't this the deacon who Awakened Tang San's Spirit?
He forcefully suppressed the exclamation that was almost on his lips, his fingernails digging deep into his palm.
It's set!
It's absolutely set!
Since he is presiding over the Awakening ceremony, I will definitely Awaken a Spirit with spirit power!
Chu Xinghe felt his entire body's Bloodline boiling, as if he could already see a brilliant Spirit beckoning to him.
And from an angle unseen by others, a hint of anticipation also flashed in Su Yuntao's eyes.
Every Awakening ceremony, he secretly hoped to discover a talent, after all, supplying fresh Bloodline to Spirit Hall was also his duty… "Lone Wolf, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Su Yuntao's low roar exploded like thunder, abruptly pulling Chu Xinghe back from his thoughts.
He subconsciously looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
He saw a cyan spirit power vortex suddenly rise around Su Yuntao's body, the airflow Binding his form like a living creature.
Under the children's terrified gazes, his body began to change dramatically; muscles swelled and bulged as if inflated, his exposed skin rapidly covered with grayish-brown fur, his knuckles elongated into sharp claws, and his canine teeth protruded from his lips.
The most frightening were his eyes, which had already transformed into glowing wolf pupils.
"Woo—" A little girl covered her mouth in fright, tears welling in her eyes.
The other children also turned pale, unconsciously taking a few steps back.
Su Yuntao shook his wolf head helplessly, trying to soften his voice: "Don't be afraid, this is what Beast SpiritMartial Soul Avatar looks like."
He deliberately showed off his intact uniform, "You see, my clothes aren't torn. If you Awaken a Beast Spirit in the future, you will also experience such changes."
When his gaze swept over the white spirit ring and yellow spirit ring floating beside him, the children's eyes once again became reverent.
"Now, who wants to be first…"
Before he finished speaking, Chu Xinghe had already darted to the center of the hexagonal star formation. His heart pounded like a drum, but not from fear, rather from uncontrollable excitement.
The images from his past life's memory overlapped with the reality before him, making him certain that this was the crucial moment to change his destiny.
"GrandmasterSu Yuntao, please Awaken my Spirit!" The young boy's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
A hint of appreciation flashed in the werewolf Spirit Master's eyes, and his sharp claw lightly pressed on Chu Xinghe's shoulder: "Close your eyes and feel the flow of spirit power."
In an instant, Chu Xinghe felt as if he had fallen into a hot spring.
Countless warm currents surged from his limbs and bones, happily flowing through his Meridians.
The feeling was incredibly wondrous, like thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings within his body.
The spirit power ultimately gathered in his chest, growing hotter and brighter—
"This is…?"
Su Yuntao's wolf pupils suddenly widened.
On Chu Xinghe's chest, a giant, pure white egg materialized out of thin air, its shell covered with intricate, dark gold mysterious patterns.
Those patterns flowed slowly like living things, occasionally emitting a faint halo of light.
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Chapter 2 Part-time Work-Study Student Quotas
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Su Yuntao was stunned, his brows slightly furrowed.
The Spirit he awakened was an egg?
He had presided over countless SpiritAwakening ceremonies, seen Beast Spirits, Tool Spirits, and even various plant and food systemSpirits, but he had never seen anyone awaken an egg.
"Could it be some new food systemSpirit?" he secretly wondered.
As the owner of the Spirit, Chu Xinghe was equally bewildered.
He stared at the egg, covered in mysterious patterns, floating before him, at a loss for what to make of it.
However, in the very next moment—
"Crack!"
A crack appeared in the eggshell, and then a round, black creature crawled out.
It was covered in fine fetal fur, and its big, round eyes curiously surveyed its surroundings.
"A Beast Spirit?" Su Yuntao's confusion deepened.
Chu Xinghe stared at the black spherical creature, inexplicably finding it familiar, yet unable to recall where he had seen it before.
The little creature extended its short claws, picked up the broken eggshell pieces one by one, put them into its mouth, and began to chew with a "crunch, crunch" sound.
As it swallowed all the eggshell, its body suddenly glowed with a soft light.
The fetal fur fell off, its body expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed from a pitch-black furball into a pink, round... spherical creature.
"This is... a Rolling Ball Beast?!"
Chu Xinghe's pupils contracted, and he finally recognized the origin of his Spirit—a Digimon!
The initial black furball was a Koromon.
And after devouring the eggshell, it evolved into a Rolling Ball Beast!
Chu Xinghe's heart pounded violently, and a surge of ecstasy flooded his mind.
Digimon are beings that can constantly evolve. Don't let the harmless appearance of the current Rolling Ball Beast fool you; in the future, it could even evolve into a top-tier combat power like a War Greymon!
How could this be an ordinary Spirit? This was clearly a top-tier growth-type Spirit!
Su Yuntao stared at the Rolling Ball Beast for a long time, his brows tightly furrowed, and finally hesitated, saying, "This... seems to be a never-before-seen mutated Spirit?"
Chu Xinghe suppressed his excitement and said, feigning composure, "Let's call it 'Rolling Ball Beast'."
Su Yuntao's mouth twitched. He watched the round, pink creature bounce twice on the ground and couldn't help but rub his forehead.
"That name... is quite fitting."
Su Yuntao took out a crystal clear crystal ball from his satchel. Sunlight refracted through the cracks in the stone house, casting a colorful halo on the crystal ball.
He solemnly handed the crystal ball to Chu Xinghe, his voice unconsciously softening a few shades:
"Child, put your Spirit away first. Let me see your spirit powerRank."
As he spoke, Su Yuntao's eyes held a hint of expectation.
As an experienced SpiritAwakening Master, he knew that mutated Spirits often contained unexpected possibilities.
Although the young man's Spirit before him was strange, it might bring a surprise.
Chu Xinghe took a deep breath, his mind moving slightly.
The pink Rolling Ball Beast let out a soft "gurgle" and transformed into a stream of light, merging into his body.
The moment the Spirit returned, he felt the warm power within his body surge like a tide towards his palm.
"This is..."
The crystal ball suddenly lit up, a soft yet bright light flowing within the sphere, like brilliant stars cast into a clear spring.
The light lasted for a moment, finally stabilizing at a specific brightness.
Su Yuntao stared at the crystal ball, his brows first relaxed, then slightly furrowed again.
He was silent for a moment, then said with a complex tone, "Innatespirit powerRank three... this is already a very good result."
As he spoke, he unconsciously touched the three-sword emblem on his chest, "You know, I only had Rank two spirit power when I awakened back then."
Chu Xinghe's heart tightened at his words.
Something's not right!
This plot development is completely wrong!
According to the original plot, shouldn't Su Yuntao directly declare this a waste Spirit?
Why did the law of "Brother Tao declares it useless, another God King arises" fail?
In his haste, he deliberately put on a dejected expression: "Grandmaster, my Spirit looks soft and squishy, like a rubber ball. It should be a waste Spirit, right?"
Su Yuntao's brows furrowed tightly at his words, and his wolf claw slapped heavily on Chu Xinghe's shoulder: "Nonsense!"
His voice suddenly rose, startling the other children, "Rank three spirit power is considered excellent anywhere. As long as you Cultivate diligently, becoming a Spirit Grandmaster is just around the corner, and even reaching the Spirit ElderRealm is not impossible!"
These words made Chu Xinghe feel even more bitter.
He wailed internally: Brother Tao, oh Brother Tao, can't you just follow the script for once? Even just saying, "This Spirit has no potential" would be fine!
Looking at Su Yuntao's eager gaze, Chu Xinghe could only force out a smile uglier than crying.
He felt as if fate was playing a joke on him; the recognition others yearned for had now become his biggest predicament.
Su Yuntao nodded with satisfaction, took out parchment and a quill from his in arms, and gently dipped the pen tip into the ink bottle: "Child, what is your name?"
"Chu Xinghe." The young man answered subconsciously, his voice still carrying a hint of daze.
The pen tip rustled on the paper as Su Yuntao meticulously recorded: [Xiaoyuan Village, Chu Xinghe, SpiritRolling Ball Beast, spirit powerRank three...]
At this point, he paused briefly and added a line of small text: [Note: Newly discovered mutated Spirit].
"Here, keep it safe." Su Yuntao handed the certificate, stamped with the Spirit Hall emblem, to Chu Xinghe, his tone gentle but firm, "Go wait by the side."
Chu Xinghe mechanically took the certificate, his steps unsteady as he walked to the side.
He looked down at the flimsy piece of paper in his hand, his eyes as hollow as a puppet's.
Su Yuntao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To find a child with spirit power in the very first village, his luck today was truly good.
He recalled those days of fruitless travel, sometimes visiting five or six villages in a row without encountering a single promising talent.
Little did he know that the young man who brought him comfort was currently depressed precisely because he hadn't been declared a "waste Spirit."
"Next!" Su Yuntao's powerful shout echoed in the stone house.
The moment that call sounded, a faint blue light flashed across Chu Xinghe's retina.
[Ding! Digital Evolution System successfully activated]
[Host: Chu Xinghe]
[Spirit: Rolling Ball Beast (Can evolve when spirit power reaches Rank ten)]
[Current spirit power: Rank 3 (0%)]
[spirit ring: 0]
[Spirit Bone: Not equipped]
[Evolution Path: Preview available]
Chu Xinghe's eyes widened abruptly, his fingers trembling involuntarily.
The data streams floating before him were so clear, each character exuding the light of infinite future possibilities.
"This is..." He silently moved his lips, his heart in his chest almost leaping out.
Su Yuntao was still focused on Awakening the next child's Spirit, completely oblivious to the astonishing brilliance emanating from the young man's eyes behind him.
Chu Xinghe clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.
At this moment, all worries about a "waste Spirit" vanished into thin air.
With the System's blessing and the Digimon's evolution potential, let alone becoming a Spirit Master, even stepping into that legendary Divine RankDomain... what difficulty would there be?!
Chu Xinghe gazed at the light blue System panel before him, his thoughts racing.
Although the current Rolling Ball Beast was cute, its combat power was almost negligible; this little guy would probably only win battles by being adorable.
According to the Digimon evolution path, he would have to wait until his spirit power reached Rank ten for his Spirit to evolve into Agumon before he could truly form combat power.
"It seems I must improve my strength as quickly as possible..." Chu Xinghe secretly calculated.
An Innatespirit powerAptitude of Rank three was not bad, but it was by no means excellent.
This meant that in the Early Stage of Cultivation, he had to keep a low profile, "developing stealthily" like in games from his previous life.
However, thinking of the Digimon's terrifying evolution potential, Chu Xinghe's eyes rekindled with fighting Spirit.
As long as his spirit power continuously increased, from Agumon to Tyrannosaurus Rex, then to Mechanical Tyrannosaurus, and finally evolving into the legendary War Greymon... by then, the entire Douluo Continent would witness the terrifying power of Digimon!
On the other side, Su Yuntao's Awakening ceremony continued. Five children stepped forward in turn, but the results were disappointing:
"Spirit Hoe, Tool Spirit, Innatespirit powerRank 0..."
"Spirit Sickle, Tool Spirit, Innatespirit powerRank 0..."
"Blue Silver Grass?" Su Yuntao looked at the small blue grass in the palm of the frail boy before him and simply waved his hand, "Waste Spirit, no need to test spirit power."
Such results were within Su Yuntao's expectations.
If every random village could produce a few children with spirit power, Spirit Masters would not be so precious.
He subconsciously glanced at Chu Xinghe, who was standing in the corner, feeling a little comforted; at least he hadn't made a wasted trip today.
Su Yuntao released his Martial Soul Avatar state. As the cyan spirit power gradually dissipated, he returned to his original human appearance.
Rubbing his temples slightly, feeling a bit tired, he carefully placed the six Awakening Stones back into his satchel and pushed open the mottled wooden door of the stone house.
Outside the door, the old village chief Lin Manfu and a group of villagers had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing the Spirit Master emerge, everyone immediately gathered around, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Lin Manfu leaned on his cane and took two steps forward, his wrinkled face beaming with a smile: "Respected Spirit Master, I wonder... about these children from our village..."
Su Yuntao's gaze swept over the crowd, briefly resting on Chu Xinghe, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward: "One child has decent talent, Innatespirit powerRank three, and is qualified to Cultivate."
The villagers immediately stirred, and several parents unconsciously straightened their backs, looking around and guessing whose child it was.
Lin Manfu's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and his withered fingers trembled with excitement.
However, Su Yuntao's next words were like a bucket of cold water.
"But..." He shook his head, "His Spirit seems to lack combat ability. Even if he becomes a Spirit Master, it will probably be difficult for him to achieve much in combat."
With that, Su Yuntao tightened his cloak and strode towards the village entrance, leaving without a trace.
Lin Manfu watched the Spirit Master's receding back, a flash of disappointment crossing his face.
He turned to the children, his voice hoarse but firm: "Children, don't listen to what the Spirit Master said. To be able to become a Spirit Master is a great blessing, far better than us who dig in the dirt all our lives."
The surrounding villagers nodded in agreement.
Lin Manfu's face was filled with unconcealed joy. He raised his voice and asked, "Which child has spirit power? Step forward and let everyone see!"
Chu Xinghe stepped out from the crowd and replied loudly, "Grandpa Village Chief, it's me."
"Xinghe?" Lin Manfu was visibly startled, a hint of surprise flashing across his wrinkled face. This orphan, who had grown up eating from various households, had become the only child in the village with spirit power.
The old village chief tremblingly gripped Chu Xinghe's shoulder: "Child, are you willing to become a Spirit Master?"
"I am willing!" Chu Xinghe's answer was resolute.
Lin Manfu patted his back with satisfaction: "Good! Grandpa will go now and secure the work-study student quota that our few villages share for you. In three months, I'll send you to Nuoding City's ElementarySpirit Master Academy."
The old man's voice trembled slightly with excitement, "If you can truly become a Spirit Master, our entire village will be honored!"
Among the villages near Nuoding City, except for Saint Spirit Village, which had produced a Spirit Saint and could enjoy its own work-study student quota, other villages had to share one quota among several villages.
For an unreliant child like Chu Xinghe, this was almost the only opportunity to enter the Spirit Master's hall.
The old village chief's cloudy eyes gleamed with hope.
He seemed to already see that when Chu Xinghe became a Spirit Master, those arrogant tax officials would no longer dare to arbitrarily deduct their harvests.
If this child could become a Spirit Saint in the future... just imagining this possibility made the old man's fingers tremble with excitement.
Chu Xinghe looked up, the sunlight reflecting a brilliant glow in his eyes.
He knew that only by entering the academy could he obtain meditation methods, learn Spirit knowledge, and recognize various Spirit Beasts. These were all essential steps for commoner children on the path to becoming powerful.
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When the villagers of Xiaoyuan Village learned that six-year-old Chu Xinghe had awakened his spirit power, they all put down their work and gathered around.
Wang Aunt gently stroked the child's soft hair with her calloused palm, her voice choked with emotion: "Good child, truly a good child..."
She remembered the bitter winter last year, when this little one, not even as tall as the stove, stood on his tiptoes, insisting on helping her look after her feverish grandson.
For the next three months, the villagers specifically arranged easy tasks for young Chu Xinghe that were suitable for him. Although work-study students didn't need to pay tuition, they always had to cover their own food expenses.
In the early morning, he carried a bamboo basket taller than himself, picking fallen string beans in the vegetable patch.
At noon, he sat in the shade of a tree, using his tender little hands to help Granny Li shell corn kernels.
Before finishing work in the evening, he would also trot his short legs to gather the rice grains on the drying ground into small piles.
"Xinghe is so capable!" Uncle Zhang would always praise him, then slip a few wild fruits into his pocket.
Although these tasks were trivial to adults, the villagers would always solemnly count out some bronze coins and place them in his palm, and the amount was always a few more than what was agreed upon.
What made Chu Xinghe happiest was helping Aunt Liu look after her chickens.
He squatted by the fence, watching the fluffy chicks peck for food, occasionally scattering a handful of grains.
At this time, Aunt Liu would bring him a bowl of warm goat's milk: "Drink it, child, you're growing."
Sunlight filtered through the thatched eaves, casting dappled shadows on his small face, which was smudged with grass... Time flew by, and three months passed in a flash.
Chu Xinghe sat by the bed and took out a shiny, worn coarse cloth money bag.
He poured the coins onto the straw mat; the bronze coins gleamed with a reddish-brown luster, interspersed with a few silver coins.
He counted them carefully, stringing every ten bronze coins together with a thin thread.
"Eighteen silver coins, three hundred ninety-two bronze coins..." he murmured to himself, his fingertips tracing the patterns on the coins.
On the Douluo Continent, currency conversion was very clear:
One gold coin = one hundred silver coins = ten thousand bronze coins.
One gold coin was enough for an ordinary family of three to live for three or four months.
(PS: The original currency system was a bit broken; it has been reset here.)
"This should be enough for me to live in Nuoding City for a while," Chu Xinghe put away the coins, a determined expression on his young face... Just then, a familiar voice called from outside the house: "Xinghe, are you home?"
Chu Xinghe quickly stuffed the money bag into his embrace and ran to open the door in a few strides. He saw Village Chief Lin Manfu standing at the front, followed by a dozen villagers, crowding the small courtyard.
"Village Chief Grandpa! Uncles and Aunties!" Chu Xinghe exclaimed in surprise, "Please come inside and sit, I'll pour you some water!"
Lin Manfu waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "No need to fuss, there are so many of us, your small house can't fit everyone."
He looked around, his gaze kindly resting on Chu Xinghe, "You're leaving tomorrow. Once you enter Notting Academy, commoners like us won't be able to visit you."
Saying that, the old man took a heavy cloth bag from his embrace and solemnly placed it in Chu Xinghe's hands: "The city is not like our countryside; this trip will be at least a year and a half. Take this money; it's from everyone in the village."
He patted Chu Xinghe's shoulder firmly, "Cultivate well, and you must become a true Spirit Master!"
Chu Xinghe received the cloth bag with both hands, feeling its extraordinary weight.
He looked at the villagers' earnest gazes, his eyes warming, and he straightened his back, declaring loudly: "Thank you, Village Chief Grandpa! Thank you, everyone! I will definitely become a powerful Spirit Master and will never let down your expectations!"
At this moment, he felt as if he carried the hopes of the entire village.
Just like a university student from a remote mountain village, stepping into the city with the hopes of the whole village.
Chu Xinghe secretly swore: when he achieved something in the future, he would definitely repay this kindness, even if it was the village's stray dog, he would find a way to make it evolve into a Spirit Beast!
Lin Manfu's wrinkled face broke into a relieved smile, and tears glimmered in his cloudy eyes.
In this remote village, it was not easy for a Spirit Master with Aptitude to emerge.
He trembled as he repeated: "Good child... truly a good child..."
The villagers also came forward, one after another, stuffing their prepared gifts into Chu Xinghe's arms.
Wang Aunt wrapped a dozen eggs in coarse cloth, Grandpa Li brought a bag of dried cured meat, and Uncle Zhang prepared a packet of herbs from his own garden.
Chu Xinghe, with reddened eyes, accepted each one. These simple gifts were more precious than any treasure.
After seeing everyone off, Chu Xinghe carefully opened the money bag Lin Manfu had given him—a full fifty silver coins.
He caressed the exquisite patterns on the coins, as if he could feel the villagers' heavy expectations.
On the simple wooden bed, Chu Xinghe began to meticulously pack his belongings.
He carefully wrapped the dried food given by the villagers and neatly folded his only two changes of clothes.
Finally, he tucked the money bag close to his body in an inner pocket, as if carrying the hopes of the entire village... The next day.
As the sky was just beginning to lighten, Chu Xinghe was already packed and ready.
He boiled a pot of hot water and simply filled his stomach with the flatbread Wang Aunt had given him yesterday.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the fresh scent of morning dew wafted in.
He stood at the doorway, looking at the small house he had lived in for six years. The thatch on the roof still held raindrops from last night, and the doorframe was marked with his year-by-year growth.
Taking a deep breath, he gently closed the door. The sound of the wooden door closing was exceptionally clear in the silent morning.
"Spirit, spirit ring, Spirit Bone..." Chu Xinghe silently recited these terms of the Spirit MasterWorld, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The magnificent scroll of the Douluo Continent was slowly unfolding before him.
Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, Lin Manfu had already been waiting for a long time.
Beside him was a ox cart loaded with goods, and sitting on the cart's shaft was Hong Yong, the strongest man in the village. This farmer, who frequently traveled to and from Nuoding City, always had a simple, honest smile on his dark face.
"Village Chief Grandpa! Uncle Hong Yong!" Chu Xinghe trotted over, the bundle slung over his shoulder swaying gently with his steps.
Lin Manfu quickly waved: "Hurry and get on! We need to reach Nuoding City before noon, we can't miss your registration time."
The old man's wrinkled face was beaming with undisguised joy.
Hong Yong strode forward and took Chu Xinghe's luggage: "Good lad! Our village is counting on you now."
His rough big hand patted Chu Xinghe's shoulder, his eyes showing both envy and satisfaction, "Unlike us common folk, who spend our whole lives dealing with dirt."
Chu Xinghe scratched his head, embarrassed: "Uncle Hong Yong, I haven't even started learning yet..."
"Hey! Having spirit power is just different!" Hong Yong's hearty laugh startled the sparrows in the trees.
Everything was ready, and the ox cart slowly started, rumbling over the dirt road at the village entrance.
Chu Xinghe and Lin Manfu sat side by side on the cart bed piled with dry hay, while Hong Yong hummed a tune as he drove in front.
Lin Manfu was in high Spirits throughout the journey, telling Chu Xinghe various anecdotes about Spirit Masters in a loud voice.
"When I was young, I saw a Spirit Elder in Nuoding City," the old man's eyes sparkled, and he gestured wildly, "His Spirit was a Flame Lion, and one Spirit Ability could burn down half a street!"
Some stories were clearly hearsay, but they did not diminish his enthusiasm for telling them.
Chu Xinghe listened intently.
In this World, Spirit Masters were superior beings.
Most noble children were born with excellent Spirits, while commoners who wanted to rise could only pin their hopes on the slim chance of Awakening.
"Speaking of which, Spirit Hall does well in this regard," Lin Manfu stroked his beard and sighed, "They provide free SpiritAwakening for commoner children. For a poor, remote place like our Xiaoyuan Village, if it weren't for this rule, we probably wouldn't even have the chance to Awaken."
Although the chance of having spirit power was minuscule, it still gave commoners a glimmer of hope.
At noon, the ox cart finally arrived outside Nuoding City.
Hong Yong stayed outside the city to look after the ox cart, while Lin Manfu led Chu Xinghe through the tall city gate.
The prosperity within the city dazzled Chu Xinghe, but the old man had a clear goal and quickly inquired about the location of Notting Academy.
When the magnificent building appeared before them, Chu Xinghe couldn't help but hold his breath.
The academy gate was twenty meters wide, and the four-meter-high refined iron doors gleamed with a cold light in the sun.
Just as they were about to approach, they noticed an old man and a young boy already standing in front of the gate.
The plainly dressed old man was arguing with the gatekeeper about something, while the thin boy standing beside him had a gloomy expression.
The gatekeeper looked impatient, clearly not intending to let them in.
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Chapter 4 The Theoretical Master Saves the God King
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At noon, the scorching sun baked the earth, and the rising heat waves slightly distorted the air.
The doorkeeper leaned lazily against the doorpost, picking at the remnants in his teeth with a fingernail, squinting at the old man and the young boy before him.
He casually took the yellowed Spirit Hall certificate and suddenly let out a sneer: "Blue Silver Grass? And Innate full spirit power?"
The doorkeeper deliberately rattled the certificate, making a rustling sound, "Little beggar, do you think Notting Academy is a place for collecting junk?"
Old Jack wiped the sweat trickling down his wrinkles and hurried forward to explain: "This sir, this certificate was personally given by GrandmasterSu Yuntao of the Spirit Hall..."
"Bullshit!" The doorkeeper's face suddenly changed, and he threw the certificate at Old Jack's face, "What kind of status does GrandmasterSu Yuntao have, to issue a certificate for bumpkins like you?"
He pointed at the child's patched coarse clothes, spitting as he spoke, "With such a poor appearance, do you even deserve to come to Notting Academy?"
Old Jack fumbled to catch the falling certificate, his calloused fingers trembling slightly: "This, this is truly..."
"Grandpa." The child, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, his voice chillingly calm, "It's useless to reason with a guard dog."
The doorkeeper immediately flew into a rage and grabbed the child's collar: "You little bastard, say that again?!"
The child's dark eyes stared directly at the doorkeeper, a cold sneer playing on his lips: "I said—"
Before he finished speaking, his right hand, like a nimble snake, gripped a vital pressure point on the doorkeeper's wrist.
"Ouch!" The doorkeeper felt his entire arm go numb, and before he could react, he was pulled forward by a skillful force.
The child took the opportunity to raise his knee and strike: "That was to teach you to respect people."
"Ow—!"
The doorkeeper curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp, sweating profusely from the pain.
Just in this flash of lightning, an almost inaudible "click" sound came from the child's sleeve.
The hidden sleeve arrow, pressed against his forearm, was already loaded, its three-edged tip gleaming with a faint cold light in the shadow of his cuff.
The child's drooping right hand subtly adjusted its angle; with just a thought, the poisoned arrow would tear through the air, heading straight for the doorkeeper's throat.
The doorkeeper stumbled to his feet, his face flushed, his eyes burning with anger.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and menacingly approached the old man and the young boy: "You old geezer, you little bastard! How dare you cause trouble at the entrance of Notting Academy? Today, I'll show you!"
Old Jack was startled by this sudden turn of events and stood rooted to the spot, his lips trembling but unable to speak.
However, a cold killing intent flashed in the eyes of the thin boy beside him.
The boy slightly raised his right arm, the hidden mechanism in his sleeve already poised; with just a thought, he could make this arrogant doorkeeper bleed on the spot.
Just at this critical moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Stop!"
The doorkeeper trembled at the sound, his arrogant demeanor instantly extinguished.
He hastily retreated to the side, head bowed, not daring to breathe, like a tamed fierce dog.
A thin middle-aged man slowly walked over.
His face was stern, his cheeks sunken, but his eyes were bright and piercing.
He first cast a cold glance at the doorkeeper, then turned to Old Jack and Tang San, saying solemnly: "Old sir, little friend, this matter is due to our academy's lax discipline. May I see your Spirit Hall certificate?"
Old Jack, as if granted a great pardon, quickly pulled out the crumpled certificate from his Pregnant and respectfully handed it over with both hands: "Teacher, please take a look. Although our Little San awakened the Blue Silver GrassSpirit, he truly has Innate full spirit power!"
This seemingly stern middle-aged man was none other than Yu Xiaogang, the "Grandmaster of Theory" at Notting Academy.
At this moment, he appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.
For many years, he had been searching for a Disciple of humble origin yet extraordinary talent to verify his highly questioned theory of "Ten Core Competencies of Spirit."
Wasn't this child, with his Blue Silver GrassSpirit yet Innate full spirit power, the experimental subject he had always dreamed of?
Yu Xiaogang's fingers gently caressed the edge of the Spirit Hall certificate, his eyes slightly narrowed.
When he saw the contradictory words "Blue Silver Grass" and "Innate full spirit power" side by side, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Interesting..." he sneered inwardly, "A waste Spirit with full spirit power? It seems I've found a treasure."
On the surface, however, he showed a gentle smile, squatting down to be at eye level with Tang San: "The certificate is fine."
His voice was just right, neither losing the authority of a teacher nor lacking a deliberate kindness.
Old Jack excitedly rubbed his hands: "Thank you so much! Little San has been like this since he was a child..."
"You're too kind, old sir." Yu Xiaogang politely interrupted, his gaze still fixed on Tang San, "I will Cultivate him well."
Old Jack was so moved that his eyes teared up, and his rough hand tightly gripped Yu Xiaogang's: "Thank you so much! Little San is in your care!"
Then he turned to Tang San and admonished: "Listen to your teacher, Cultivate well..."
Tang San lowered his eyelids, but his peripheral vision swept coldly over the trembling doorkeeper.
He secretly calculated that if Yu Xiaogang hadn't appeared, the doorkeeper would probably be a cripple by now.
"Grandpa Jack, I will." Tang San put away his killing intent and obediently replied.
Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly turned to the doorkeeper, releasing his Spirit Master's pressure: "Next time, get out of Notting Academy!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it made the doorkeeper feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The doorkeeper's face was pale, his legs weak; although he had some connections, he was nothing in front of an official Spirit Master.
"Grandmaster, spare me! I wouldn't dare again!" Cold sweat seeped from his forehead as he quickly admitted his mistake.
Yu Xiaogang's stiff facial muscles twitched a few times, and he managed to force out an awkward smile: "Little San, I'll call you that for now."
He deliberately softened his voice, but couldn't hide the eagerness in his eyes, "Follow me in."
Tang San glanced at Old Jack without a change in expression, then obediently followed Yu Xiaogang's footsteps. As soon as they entered the academy gate, two figures suddenly darted out from under a tree nearby.
"Hurry up!" Lin Manfu tugged at Chu Xinghe's sleeve, rushing towards the gate, "That must be a big shot in the academy! Following him will surely ensure a smooth registration!"
Chu Xinghe, however, strolled leisurely, a playful smile on his lips.
That scene just now, "Notting Doorkeeper Troubles God King, Grandmaster of Theory Timely Saves the Day," was far more exciting than the novels he had read in his previous life.
But then he thought, if he encountered trouble with the doorkeeper, it might take some effort.
"We're lucky," he thought, "After that incident, this doorkeeper should be more restrained."
The two arrived at the gate, and Lin Manfu respectfully handed over the Spirit Hall certificate: "This sir, this is Chu Xinghe from our village. He awakened his Spirit under the guidance of GrandmasterSu Yuntao. Please take a look."
The doorkeeper took the certificate with a gloomy face, carefully checking every detail, the previous lesson still fresh in his memory.
"Hmm, it's indeed the Spirit Hall's seal..." He suddenly widened his eyes, "A mutated Spirit with three levels of spirit power?"
This exclamation made Yu Xiaogang, who hadn't gone far, pause.
A mutated Spirit with three levels of spirit power?
He turned back sharply, a glint flashing in his eyes.
As a victim of a mutated Spirit, no one knew better than him the value and risks of such Spirits.
Tang San keenly noticed Yu Xiaogang's reaction and secretly took note of this information.
It seemed this "teacher" was particularly interested in mutated Spirits... The doorkeeper reluctantly handed back the certificate, gruffly saying: "Go in, report directly to the academic affairs office."
He stared at Chu Xinghe's simple attire and added: "Don't run around! There are many rules in the academy!"
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Lin Manfu was overjoyed at the news and quickly cupped his hands in greeting to the doorman. He then turned and grabbed Chu Xinghe's wrist, saying in a hurried tone:
"Quick! Follow that teacher! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, hurry to the academic office and register!"
Chu Xinghe's heart tightened, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
He really didn't want to get too involved with Yu Xiaogang and Tang San; the Karma lines on them were too heavy, and he couldn't bear them with his current strength.
According to the original plot, those who followed Tang San either became his subordinates or became pawns that could be sacrificed at any time.
Chilling scenes flashed through his mind: after becoming a God, Tang San, for the sake of his schemes, did not hesitate to split his daughter's Soul in two; he treated his son-in-law like a dog; and for the sake of the so-called God Realm's interests, he cruelly exiled his own son to the Douluo Continent, leaving him to fend for himself... Thinking of his Rolling Ball BeastSpirit, Chu Xinghe smiled bitterly to himself.
This initial form, with no combat power and not even a single spirit ring, would be equivalent to seeking death if he approached them now.
But these thoughts, he could only ponder silently in his heart.
"What are you still standing there for?" Lin Manfu saw him hesitate and stomped his foot in exasperation, "If you don't go now, it will be too late!"
Chu Xinghe took a deep breath and forced a smile: "I'm going now."
After bidding farewell to Lin Manfu, Chu Xinghe, carrying his bulging luggage, hurried through the school gate.
However, he did not follow Lin Manfu's instructions to find Yu Xiaogang. Instead, he deliberately kept his head down, letting his bangs cover his eyes, fearing being noticed by Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
"How unlucky, why did I have to run into them today..." Chu Xinghe cursed inwardly, his fingers unconsciously tightening on his luggage strap.
He had intended to pretend not to see them and slip away, but then he heard a hoarse voice from behind him:
"That student, please stop."
Chu Xinghe's back instantly stiffened. He could feel Yu Xiaogang's scrutinizing gaze raking over his back like a knife.
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly turned around, a docile smile already on his face: "Hello, teacher."
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Let me see your Spirit Hall certificate."
Chu Xinghe's heart sank, and cold sweat seeped into his palms.
He feigned composure and pulled out the certificate from his pocket, specifically emphasizing: "This was personally issued by Deacon Su Yuntao of the Spirit Hall."
As he handed over the certificate, Chu Xinghe noticed Yu Xiaogang's gaze lingering for a moment on "mutated Spirit" and "third-rank spirit power."
He couldn't help but recall information about this Grandmaster of theory, whose Blue Lightning Tyrant DragonSpirit had only half a rank of spirit power after mutation.
A terrifying guess surfaced in Chu Xinghe's mind: Yu Xiaogang wouldn't be thinking of using him as an experiment, would he?
Chu Xinghe secretly glanced around, calculating how he would escape if the other party resorted to force.
Although he was confident that the other party couldn't discern the true origin of the Rolling Ball BeastSpirit, with his current strength, he had no power to resist.
Under the dazzling midday sun, Yu Xiaogang held the yellowed Spirit Hall certificate, the wrinkles on his brow deepening as he read.
"Xiaoyuan Village... SpiritRolling Ball Beast... Awakened in an egg shape, then suddenly mutated..."
His fingertip pressed heavily on the words "third-rank Innatespirit power," leaving a distinct indentation on the paper.
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted slightly.
This seemingly useless egg Spirit could actually produce a beneficial mutation?
The scorching sun shone on his withered hands, where the brilliance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon should have shone.
Since his SpiritAwakening, the shame of half a rank of spirit power had followed him like a shadow, making him endure endless ridicule, and now it was torn open again by this thin piece of paper.
"If only I had such a starting point back then," Yu Xiaogang's Adam's apple bobbed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Third-rank Innatespirit power, though not high, combined with the theories he had painstakingly researched, would at least allow him to become a Spirit King, earning him a place in the Spirit Master's world.
And not like now, barely surviving in Nuoding City.
His gaze unconsciously shifted to Tang San beside him. The young man stood quietly, his seemingly ordinary appearance containing the astonishing talent of Innate full spirit power. This was the Genius worthy of his theories.
As for the child in front of him... Yu Xiaogang's lips curved into an almost imperceptible arc.
Third-rank spirit power?
He didn't even qualify to verify the lower limit of his theories. If he had met him half a year earlier, perhaps he could have been an experimental subject.
"There's no problem with the certificate," Yu Xiaogang suddenly said.
As he handed the certificate back, he deliberately let the edge of the paper leave a white mark on Chu Xinghe's palm, "The academic office is three hundred meters ahead, the second building after you turn right."
Chu Xinghe's fingers trembled slightly as he took the certificate. He clearly saw a fleeting glint in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, an expression that was definitely not benevolent.
But at that moment, he couldn't think too much, and quickly bowed: "Thank you, teacher."
The luggage strap dug into the hollow of his shoulder blades, and Chu Xinghe almost scurried away.
It wasn't until Chu Xinghe's figure disappeared around the distant corner that Tang San withdrew his gaze, his brows slightly furrowed: "Teacher, can a Spirit actually mutate?"
Yu Xiaogang turned to look at his exceptionally gifted Disciple, a burning glint in his eyes.
This young man, possessing twin spirits and Innate full spirit power, was the best verifier of his lifelong theories.
His lips unconsciously curved upwards, his voice tinged with excitement: "Spirit originates from BloodlineLegacy. Generally speaking, a powerful Spirit will suppress a weaker Spirit."
Yu Xiaogang gestured with both hands, "But when the Spirits of both parents are of similar quality, they may influence each other, and this is the process of Spirit mutation. This kind of mutation..."
He paused, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes, "It can be a blessing, or it can be a curse."
The midday sun shone on the two master and Disciple, Yu Xiaogang's shadow stretching long on the ground.
He continued: "That child just now was lucky; the mutation gave his Spirit third-rank Innatespirit power. But..."
Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose, his gaze fixed on Tang San, "Compared to you, this bit of talent is not worth mentioning at all!"
Yu Xiaogang excitedly pressed on Tang San's shoulder: "With your Aptitude, plus my guidance, a Titled Douluo is just your starting point! That child will only be able to look up at your back his entire life!"
A strange glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
In his previous life in the Tang Sect, those pedantic Elders had never affirmed his talent so strongly.
Now, finally, someone truly understood his value, which filled his heart with a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
"Thank you for your guidance, teacher," Tang San nodded slightly, an almost imperceptible curve on his lips.
He mused to himself: With the guidance of this Grandmaster of theory, combined with the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, he would surely Break through the shackles of his previous life in this one.
Those rigid Tang SectElders would never imagine the heights he could reach... After turning a few corridors, Chu Xinghe's taut nerves finally relaxed.
He slowed his pace, thoughtfully caressing the certificate in his hand.
"Third-rank spirit power... it seems it truly doesn't catch the 'Grandmaster's' Dharma Eye." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "But this is good too, saves me trouble."
Thinking of the evolution potential of the Digimon Spirit, a fervent glint flashed in Chu Xinghe's eyes.
Rolling Ball Beast, Agumon, Tyrannosaurus Rex... these evolutionary forms flashed through his mind one by one.
"First, get the meditation method," he thought to himself, simultaneously quickening his pace towards the academic office.
The layout of Notting Academy's buildings was simple and clear, and Chu Xinghe quickly found his destination.
As he pushed open the wooden door of the academic office, he clearly felt the atmosphere inside change.
"Student, can I help you?" The middle-aged teacher, who was drinking tea, looked up, a professional smile on his face.
But when his gaze fell on Chu Xinghe's faded coarse cloth clothes, the smile immediately vanished.
"I am a new work-study student, this is my certificate," Chu Xinghe handed over the documents with both hands.
The middle-aged teacher took the certificate, his brows slightly furrowed: "Another work-study student... have too many slots been given out this year?"
As he flipped through the certificate, he suddenly paused: "Mutated Spirit? Third-rank spirit power?"
The middle-aged teacher's tone held clear surprise. Third-rank Innatespirit power was not top-tier at Notting Academy, but it was certainly not bad either.
"Yes, teacher."
The teacher scrutinized Chu Xinghe, his tone softening slightly: "What's your name?"
"Chu Xinghe."
"Hmm..." The teacher recorded in the roster, "Your dormitory is Dorm 7, all work-study students live there. You work-study students are responsible for the school's hygiene, cleaning once in the morning and once in the evening every day."
"Understood."
"Also," the teacher looked up and glanced at him, "work-study students must obey school rules and are not allowed to cause trouble. If there's a complaint, your qualification will be immediately revoked."
Chu Xinghe nodded calmly: "I will be careful."
"Take this to get your school uniform and daily necessities." The teacher handed over a slip of paper, "The opening ceremony is tomorrow, gather at the playground at seven o'clock sharp. If you're late..."
"I won't be late," Chu Xinghe took the slip of paper, bowing slightly, "Thank you, teacher."
As he turned to leave, he heard the teacher's murmur behind him: "A country child, but his attitude is neither humble nor overbearing..."
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